Alessandro POV
He stirred, groaning as he rolled onto his side.
“Woah, Alessandro, careful, you’re going to fall out of bed.”
Salvatore’s voice cut through the fog in his mind. Alessandro frowned. What was he talking about? He had a huge bed—there was no way he could fall out. And what was that annoying beeping noise?
Alessandro squinted, blinking against the fluorescent lights overhead. His body felt like lead, his muscles stiff and aching. Wait. This wasn’t his room.
“Where am I?” he croaked, his throat dry as sandpaper.
Salvatore quickly stood and handed him a glass of water. Alessandro took a grateful sip, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.
“You’re in the hospital,” Salvatore said. “There was an explosion at the meeting with the families…”
The words triggered an avala
